THE NEXT DAYLying in bed, face up, beaming with pleasure, thoughts of his wife's deteriorating health began to improve, and the contract that he had finally gained after so much effort of years that were passing tirelessly. A sense of relief and accomplishment washed over him, and he couldn't help but think that today was the perfect day to take his wife, Jenny, home from the hospital."I think I have to discharge Jenny today," he whispered to himself, and smiling all over his face, he slung the quilts and got out of bed.Stretching his body, feeling muscles relax from tenseness, he walked up to the bathroom. He started off by picking his toothbrush along with the toothpaste and brushed teeth and the tongue round and softly.His mouth was filled with the minty taste of the toothpaste as he refreshed himself with water in his mouth. Thereafter, he walked to the bathtub, which he had already filled with liquid soap. The sweet fragrance of the soap filled the atmosphere and Adrian felt
As Adrian was done with his meal, he extended his hand, his fingers reaching out to the keys lying on the table.Utensils clinking against the plate resounded as Madam Helen, the housekeeper, began clearing the table. Her hands moved in quiet efficiency, gathering up the plates and glasses with practiced ease."How is Madam Jenny?" she asked, her tone warm and soft, as she began cleaning up the remains of Adrian's meal.Adrian's face broke into a wide smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he replied,"She's fine." The smile was contagious, and Helen could not help but smile back at him, the face creasing with warmth."Yes, sir," she said softly and deferentially, collecting the last of the dishes to turn toward the kitchen to wash up.As Madam Helen disappeared into the kitchen, Adrian felt a wave of contentment wash over him. He leaned back in his chair, scraping the legs on the floor, and rose to his feet, slow and languid."I am happy," he whispered, still in a quieted tone,
Then Adrian cut through the tension like a hot knife, each word heavy with venom and contempt; his tone reverberating around the room."Speak up, Dr. Frederick!" he shouted, his voice still echoing off the walls.Dr. Frederick's eyes grew wide in terror as he stuttered out an apology."I'm sorry, Adrian," he said, his voice trembling with fear.Adrian's face contorted with anger at the implication, his eyes burning with fire."Dr. Frederick, how I wish I had relied on your observation," he spat, his words dripping with sarcasm."My wife would have been a dead person by now," he went on, as in a crescendo of voice."And you are called a doctor? You purchased that certificate to become a doctor?" It was an open dagger: Adrien's words tore into the flesh of Doctor Frederic's soul and took away his breath.His ashen face jerked wildly round the room as if in search of every avenue of escape open to him in front of Adrian. Really, he was afraid enough to wish that the earth could open and
Lying in bed, I looked around at the sterile hospital walls and turned my eyes to see who was at the doorway; my heart was racing in anticipation. Then, I saw him. In the doorway stood my husband Adrian, a smile spreading warmly in his face. I was too happy-my heart swelling with delight-and I just couldn't help but return him a smile."Hello, baby," I said, my voice barely audible, as I stared back at Adrian's smiling face. He looked so handsome, so radiant that my heart just skipped a beat."Good morning, my love," he said in a low, husky voice, heading toward me. He was still smiling, his eyes crinkling up toward the edges, and my heart melted at the mere vision of him.As he reached the bed I was sitting upon, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. His kiss sent a run of shivers down my back, a wave of warmth that filled my body, making me happier, more alive. I closed my eyes, basking in the moment-the feel of his lips against my skin, the love radiating from him in waves, lik
As I looked into his eyes, my chest warmed up. "That's so nice of you, my love," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I looked up at him. He grinned at me with a radiant smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and offered me his hand to take. "Let's go, please," he said in this low, husky voice that sent my spine tingling on end.We walked towards the room, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. His hand rested at the curve of my hip, his fingers touching my skin as he stroked a flutter in my chest. "Baby," he whispered softly against my ear. His breath traveled the length of my neck, raising tingles across the surface. His heart skipped as he spoke a little louder to continue in this low, sultry tone: "I feel horny." Those words made some electricity pass right through my body.I knew right away in my chest was racing, a pulse of anticipation. Something pressed strong and insisting into my back, and my trouble was basically sealed. There was a complete riot i
Adrian's gaze, while he stood there in the bathroom, seemed to hold me hostage, his eyes ablaze with a longing that made my skin crawl. I tried to tear my eyes away from his naked body, but they were drawn back, as if by some perverse fascination, like a moth to a flame."Adrian, please," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trying to push him away, my hands shaking with fear and desire. "You're distracting me from the party upstairs. The party is coming soon."I wriggled myself out of the bathroom, wrapping the towel as tightly as possible around my body as I went into the bedroom. I felt Adrian staring at me, really looking at me, as I walked away from him. I shrugged off the weird sensation of his scrutiny and proceeded to get ready for the party.We were already late, and I knew everybody was waiting for us to arrive. I quickly dried myself, my towel swishing across my skin, cleaning off the drops of water clinging to me like small diamonds.Standing before the closet, scanning t
The moment the immensity of what his cousin Julian had done dawned upon Adrian, a contortion appeared in his face through shock, anger, and a feeling of betrayal.His bright and warm eyes had now taken the intensity of blazing fire, with a burning passion for justice as if filling those eyes. Gone was that perennial smile that graced his countenance, taken over by furrows which now seemed etched within him.Of a sudden, with the reality hitting his system, his anger boiled over from underneath; he could barely hold himself back.His fists turned into balls and his knuckles began whitening, reflecting the tempest inside his head. Somehow, his hands seemed to follow a mind of their own as they raced to the pocket behind and wrapped around the phone's familiar form.With a jerky, quick motion, Adrian whipped out the phone and clutched it in hands that seemed to show a resolve almost to desperation. His fingers flew across the screen in scrolling through contacts in frantic urgency, as if
"Did you dare raise your voice at me, Julian?" Adrian asked, his voice hushed and metered, only dripping with quiet intensity. There was almost a hum of silence around his words as he spoke-the tone a subtle warning, reminding him of the balance in the power scales."I mean, did you yell at me?" he continued in the same tone of voice, though his words low and controlled, definitely carried a lot of steel beneath them.He tried to explain, to justify the outburst, but Adrian would have none of it. He shut Julian down, his voice rising in a subtle yet unmistakable warning. "Julian," he called, firm and authoritative. The single word was like a slap, sharp rebuke that left Julian reeling.Adrian's next words were like a bombshell-a devastating accusation that left Julian gasping."You asked me for my wife's number so you could send her your nude pictures, right?" he yelled, his voice a mix of anger, outrage, and feelings of betrayal. The words hung in the air like a challenge-a no-he-cou
JENNY PIVMy screams cupped their ears with my own? I felt as though slipping off her control, being drowned in an abyss of excruciation. In an out-of-focus view, Adrian was leaning towards me in, eyes staring at me with such burning intensity of concern. His "What is going on?" sounded firm but buried in the undertones of fear, almost as though a threat to his self-control amid my torment. As if the pain refused to let me say anything, anything to his question, with the moment slowly refining into a blur.Adrian's hands held my powerless body, soothing me, but it didn't work; there was no soothing to be found. All I could feel was pain - pain so great, so consuming, so enormous. I felt like I was becoming lost, that I was passing away; that somehow losing consciousness would shield me from that horrible agony tearing through me.''Adrian's face was hardly an inch or two away from mine, and his eyes were now fixed on mine, as though filled with desperate concern. `Baby, please, what's
JENNY POVFurious banging outside sounded louder and louder as Grace wrapped her fists against the door. It was as if each strike manifested her anger physically through the evening air. "My love, please take it easy," Jenny said hardly above a whisper, turning to me and causing me concern. Concerned, Anna's eyes pleaded with mine; she seemed to search for tranquility amid a brewing storm."Adrian said to me, 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace'." Adrian, in his authoritative yet soothing voice, said, "Adrian said to me with a much softer voice: 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace.'"Not to say another word, Adrian walked toward the gate, determined and purposeful in his steps. Closely followed by me, heart banging loud in my ears, like the drums in a primitive ritual. Grace was truly filled with rage, and tension. My own simmering emotions almost boiled to the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.And again the sound of her beating grew louder; it insisted, a
CHAPTER245JENNY POVLooking at me, completely aghast, Grace's eyes widened with her smile. "Oh, yes," she said. "I have been watching you two for quite some time. I know about the little marriage you have with each other and I know how you both can drive a wedge into each other's side."Adrian's expression was like dusk, with his eyes blazing out all his pent-up wrath. "Touch her and your death will be at your door," he commanded.She chuckled gleefully, "Oh, but you have. I've been your model servant, pretending all along, just biding my time to strike and watch the disarray of your union as your history unfolds."I shivered at her words. Was this marriage truly in danger? Would Grace really fracture everything we had built together?Grace's words made me miserable with indecision. Surely, she wouldn't have done that. I looked towards Adrian to see how this would have affected him, but his face reflected no such expression- it had a strict seriousness."You will not lift a finger to
JENNY POVWe strolled to the living room and there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights illuminating the path from the entrance, we found Grace (or so she claimed) standing with head downcast, turning eyes to the floor in a gesture of abandonment and with shoulders slumped in an act of discomfiture. "Good day, sir and ma'am," she addressed, her whisper almost inaudible, trembling slightly as she spoke, the words formed by hardly fluttering lips."Yea, Grace," he replied in a neutral tone, without a discernible expression, right when we sat together, as I was sitting on him, arms wrapped around me while holding me to himself, a hand softly placed on my stomach. Adrian then turned to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing as he studied her with a furrowed, working overtime with his brain to decode whatever she was ruminating upon."Grace, who are you?" he asked in a commanding tone that seemed to challenge such pronouncement, laced with some measure of skepticism, his tone even dripping wi
JENNY POVThe onset of this incident will forever remain my awakening hour, with the night still darkened. I became more aware of my surroundings, with the first thing in sight being Adrian, my husband, seated next to me with a most concerned look on his face. That dim bedside lamp light warmed him, throwing the depths of his worry into bold relief."What happened?" I pictured me demanding, but my voice was edged with confusion and alarm. Just as I attempted to rise, dizziness would encompass me, my husband's hands there to gently yet quite firmly assist me."You fell; you fainted," Adrian said. I kept on repeating it to myself in an attempt to fathom what it meant to faint. "I fainted?" I was finally able to whisper, the word now hanging in the air as if challenging my perception.He looked at me for a long moment, concerned but slightly annoyed. "Yes, love," he said gently but firmly. "I've told you to take it easy on yourself." Even as his tone reproached, his eyes showed the quick
JENNY POVMonica left my mother behind, with Grace, the maid, for services in the house. The next day, I woke as if with no energy; my body felt heavy and completely pregnant. "Honey," I called, sweet and gentle, hoping that Adrian would respond. But there was only silence. I waited for a moment expecting him to walk into the bedroom, but nothing.Sighing, I arise and manage to put all my strength into moving toward the kitchen. The instant Grace saw me walk through, she seemed to stop whatever the action was that she was engaged in and smiled, saying "Good morning, ma'am." In that voice, there was this plural, respectful and welcoming tone. I returned the gesture but instinctively put my hands on my huge tummy to rub it while feeling kicks from the baby inside. "Good morning, dear," I added just to sound a little more cheerful than I really felt.It was an exceptionally warm and inviting room that within one breath, would include coffee brewing. I found my usual place on the table an
ADRIAN POVIn the warmth of home, the weak lights of evening embraced us in lazy comfort. "Well, this is home; I was checking on Jenny," I muttered, sadly and tenderly gazing at her with concern. "No need to worry, babe. Jenny was fine," I comforted him with a smile, gently pulling him into hugs.As we moved on toward the room, the only sound from out two feet padding softly across the floor. "We need to hire a maid," I soothingly suggested, trying to approach the subject slowly. But Jenny interrupted, her voice very clear and very strong. "No, baby. I can do all the housework," she opposed right away, with a determined glint in her eyes that dared me to argue with her.My heart reeked of love and guilt towards her. I smiled sweetly and said, "No, my love-no." "You are expecting and I cannot allow you to submit yourself to doing that." Please, let me take care of this." I pleaded as I caressed her hair softly, as though that might somehow soften her resolute spirit.She regarded my w
ADRIAN POVFour hours later, the wait finally ended. Dr. Dazzy walked out of the emergency room, a mask of professionalism on his face, his eyes revealing but a sliver of concern. He called out my name, voice laden with reassuring authority like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, "Mr...?" Suddenly his gaze shifted towards the waiting area, raking in one after the other until at last, it rested on yours truly.I jumped up, my heart racing. Oh yeah, that's me, I whispered back. "How is she? How's Jenny?" The floodgates burst open.The treatment softened the doctor's looks a bit as he nodded. "I'm with your wife now," he said, almost holding out a glimmer of hope. "Let's talk," he said, sending a gesture toward one of the waiting room's quiet corners. My heart drummed in my chest like a drummer preparing for some primitive ritual. What was he going to say? Was Jenny okay? The uncertainty was murder.I quickly marched into the doctor's office, purposeful stride like a man on a mission,
ADRIAN POVAs we lay there, Jenny's body tensed, muscles broiling under the skin like waves about to crest. A grotesque distortion of her face came into view as her eyes were closed shut, and a strangled, guttural cry, "Hpppp!" escaped her lips, followed closely by a heartbreaking wrenching sound. This tearing sound ripped irrevocably through the very fabric of that moment. Eyes that once sparkled with humor and fun turned into tight, scrunched-up furrows of mixed terror and discomfort." And I, exhilarated, turned toward her, speaking soft, reassuring words, almost like a summer's warm, gentle breeze."What is it, baby?" I asked, leniently. Distracted by pain, Jenny barely perceived my touch as I brushed a straining hand from her forehead. In that instant, I felt an electric jolt through my fingers. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she gazed up at me- her expression blurred and hazy, breathing labored. Each rise and fall of her chest steered with ragged breaths alongside cowering flickeri